Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.